The Internship by Alex Winters

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Campus Crush, 8

When a simple favor for a friend turns a summer internship into the romance of a lifetime, the only choice is to give her young lover a permanent position in her heart…

Macy Turner is used to doing favors for her friends. As the founder, owner and editor-in-chief at
Gatherings, the only lifestyle magazine in Grand Falls, Tennessee, folks are always asking her a free classified ads, a puff piece on their new restaurant and, in the case of fellow book club member Carla Holmes, a summer job for her bad boy son, Ethan. After all, what harm can it do?

College junior Ethan Holmes wants nothing to do with the boring old internship at some “lifestyle magazine” his mother has set up for him this summer. That is, until his new boss, Macy, walks into the office one day, stunning him with her good looks, breezy personality, quick wit and barbed tongue. Oh, what he’d love to do with that tongue! But he can’t hit on his boss, right? A woman nearly twice his age? And his mother’s best friend?

But when Ethan’s first day on the job makes it clear that Macy feels the same way about him, the two soon agree on a compromise: they’ll see where this sizzling passion takes them, as long as it only lasts the summer. And, of course, no one ever finds out! But what happens when they both want more? And Ethan’s mother finds out?

 

Excerpt:

“Like what?”

Macy’s voice was trembling as much as her hand beneath his own. “I mean, how ‘bad’ are we talking here?” Her body was quivering, their skin seared together, her mind racing with the many, untold, horribly stupid ways they could be bad together, and craving every single one of them.

“As bad as you want it,” he insisted, voice low and soft and deep and hard, like the flesh of his hand against her own. It was warm and smooth and eager, just like hers, as if they’d both decided to be utterly, absolutely careless at the exact same moment.

“I wouldn’t know where to begin,” she insisted, even as her hand pressed gently against his, lifting it closer to her big, fat, stupid, sexy, horny, desperate, helpless mouth. “I mean, I’ve never been bad before.”

“Same,” he agreed, palm growing warm against hers. He glanced down at her, still standing in his cute little preppy outfit, his pretty face a question mark as she gradually lifted his hand to eye level. “But … but I feel like you’re off to a good start?”

Macy wavered for only a minute, too consumed with unfulfilled desire to even consider stopping. She licked her lips and, using her hand as a guide, slid her lips around the crumb-flaked finger in question. Ethan stiffened, body growing rigid as she savored the thick, sweaty tip of his finger before sliding it in another inch or so.

He began to purr gently, as vulnerable and naked in his desire as she was. And good thing. Had he not been? Had he balked at any point? Shied away or demurred or given her so much as one hint that he wasn’t entirely, utterly absolutely on board? Macy would have never been so bold as to suggest such a scandalous thing as … well? As sucking his finger!

She savored the taste of his young flesh, so warm and ripe and firm atop her tongue as she slathered and sucked it suggestively. When at last it was free of every crumb, every drop of grease and even his own delicious masculine flavor, she relinquished it and sat back, crossing her legs calmly as if to stem the flow of moisture gathering there, warm and sweet and musky itself.

“Fuck!” Ethan murmured, stumbling backward a step and glancing at the glistening tip of his finger. “That … that’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever done to me.”

“My pleasure.” She sighed, wriggling as her loins filled with delightful anticipation. “It was … delicious.”

He cocked a bushy, sandy eyebrow, nearly to the level of his delightfully dirty blond curls. “Yeah?”

Macy sat back a little further, kicking off her sandals one by one and inching out one foot to press against his thigh. “Taste it. See for yourself.”

“Yeah?” Almost inevitably, he drew the finger closer, the tip slathered with moisture in the soft spring sunlight.

“Go on,” she urged, sliding her foot gently higher up his thigh as he winced and shivered at the sensation. “You won’t be disappointed.”

“I just … I’ve never…”

“Go on, baby,” she cooed, digging her toes into the meat of his firm, young thigh. “This is us being bad, remember? Time to try new things.”

In the end, he shrugged and slid that long, wet finger deep inside his own hungry mouth. She marveled at the sight, hearing herself begin to breathe even heavier than she’d been after the brisk walk up three flights of stairs, heart pounding all the while.

Even with two joints buried between those pink, puckered lips, it felt like a whole other finger remained to be sucked. Too soon, Ethan slid the digit from his mouth and peered down at her with a warm, syrupy gaze.

“All I taste is you,” he insisted.

“Your loss,” she purred, taking her foot away and doing her best kitty cat impersonation as she sat, vulnerable and half-naked in her clingy new sundress.

“That’s … not the way I see it.”

She cocked her head, heart pounding, panties wet, nipples hard, and belly downright fraught with simmering desire that threatened to launch her out of the seat and wrap her arms around him at any moment. “Speaking of seeing things,” she purred, sensing her opening. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under those new duds of yours, Hot Pants.”

Ethan blushed quickly, turning his head to look left and right. “What? Here? Now?”

“Yeah, silly. You think I lured you all the way up here because I was afraid of getting croissant crumbs in my keyboard?”

Ethan looked adorably, insatiably clueless. “Actually? Yeah?”

She snorted. “Well, I didn’t, so … strip!”

“I want to,” he insisted, still straining his neck as if anyone might see. “But I mean…”

“No one can see us up here, Ethan. Trust me.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Fuck no!” she spat. “I just, I’ve always wanted to, kind of, so I’ve glanced up here from nearly every angle and never have I ever seen anything other than plants and bushes and shade screens, so…”

“Easy for you to say.” Ethan smirked, sneering down at her with his pretty face and slick, wet lips. “Sitting there all fully clothed.”

“I mean, I’ve kicked off my shoes.”

He chuckled. “Big whoop.”

“Listen, Mister, this sundress? I’ve got bathrobes less revealing, so…”

Ethan nodded reluctantly, glancing down the length of her neck before pausing at her panting chest. “Plus, you’re clearly not wearing a bra, so…”

“Who says?”

“Those diamond-cutting nipples of yours, girl, that’s who!”

She glanced down to find him right: any harder, and her poor, tender, under-touched nipples might slice straight through the thin cotton of her sundress at any moment. “I guess that’s just what doing bad things does to me,” she purred, looking back up at him. “And the sooner you strip, the sooner you’ll get to see what these puppies look like without the dress on.”

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